Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.
Crescendo by Becca Fitzpatrick
You were honest and hardworking and kind. You were polite and patient and more mature than any guy I’d dated before. And when we were together, you listened in a way that made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. You made me feel complete and spending time with you just seemed right.
The Wedding by Nicholas Sparks
I want to live with you. I want to live in an apartment decorated with pictures of us. I want to wake up every day by your side. I want to kiss your cheek and whisper good morning in your ear. I want to prepare your breakfast. I want make you laugh in the morning. I want to put strawberries in your mouth. I want to tell you I love you. I want to take you to the shower. I want to slip my hand through every part of your body. Before I go to work, I want to pull your hand and kiss you again. I want to think of you until it’s time to go home. I want to call you and ask if everything is fine. I want to take home something you like to eat. I want to get home and kiss you. I want to take a shower with you again. I want to eat some candy in our bed full of pillows. I want to watch anything on television hugging you. I want to sleep smelling your neck. I want you.
I love the way my fingers just fall into yours. I love how your taste still lingers on my lips after that special goodnight kiss. I love how whenever I go to call someone I automatically dial your number. I love how you look at me with those gorgeous eyes and then you smile that sweet smile and I know right there that you’ll always be mine. I love how you hug me with the intention of never letting go. I love you more than words can show.
If we’d never met, I think I would have known my life wasn’t complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn’t know who I was looking for.
The Longest Ride by Nicholas Sparks
I think the worst thing about life would be having to go through it without you.
Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see love—not words, not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing.
How to Kill A Rock Star by Tiffanie DeBartolo
It’s good when you find one that does mean something. Makes all the empty ones worthwhile.
The Sea of Tranquility by Katja Millay
Before, my fear was being vulnerable; the ability of another human being to possibly tear apart your insides at any moment was enough to keep me running. He, however, made my insides come alive, my smile become permanent, laughter more frequent. He took away my fear and gave me hope. But more importantly, for the first time in my life, instead of wanting to run, he gave me a reason to stay.
That’s why I loved being with you. We could do the simplest things, like toss starfish into the ocean and share a burger and talk and even then I knew that I was fortunate. Because you were the first guy who wasn’t constantly trying to impress me. You accepted who you were, but more than that, you accepted me for me. And nothing else mattered―not my family or your family or anyone else in the world. It was just us.
The Best of Me by Nicholas Sparks
His breath was warm on her neck as he bent his head, resting his cheek against her hair. Her heart beat so quickly, and yet she felt utterly calm—as if she could have stayed there forever and not minded, stayed there forever and let the world fall apart around them.
Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas
One of the biggest forms of flattery is knowing that just by being your normal, wonderful self, you make someone fall in love with you.
I’ve changed since I’ve known you. Not because you made me into someone else — but because you showed me a path I’d never paid attention to, and I chose to follow it.
Good For You by Tammara Webber
Kiss her like she’s famous, hold her like she’s everything, and tell her that she’s the only one for you.
What makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you’ll never take your eyes off her again?
Second Glance by Jodi Picoult